by Sam Crescent
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
Heather glared at her and shook her head. She’d talk to her when the man in question was well out of ear-shot.
No matter how many times she tried not to think about it she would be having an affair with the boss. Julian wanted her. It was like she’d fallen asleep and not woken up. How many dreams had she dreamt over the years that featured something like this? Lots. When they were finished Amber escorted Julian into the sitting room until she was finished washing up. Elijah helped him clear the dishes.
“I like Julian. He seems nice,” he said.
“Good for you.” She placed the final cup away on the counter.
“Is this how it is going to be between us?” he asked.
Closing her eyes, Heather gained her composure before turning back to him. “What do you expect?” She hated the way he always got what he wanted. Throughout their life together everything always appeared to be handed to him on a silver plate. He was smart, and people gravitated towards him like a moth to a flame. Their parents were always speaking highly of him, while she was left feeling like an insecure, fat, little sister. It was petty of her to be feeling this; she knew and understood that, but she couldn’t help the way she felt. Elijah was not her favourite person.
“I don’t know why you hate me so much, Heather. I never wanted it to be like this for us.”
“I’m twenty-five years old. Your time for caring about our problems has long passed. I suggest you find yourself another place to stay and soon. You’re outstaying your welcome.” Heather hated herself for saying it, but she couldn’t bring herself to let him in.
She joined Amber and Julian.
“I’m going to leave you for the night. See me out?” Julian asked. Her hands were shaking from the small confrontation with her brother. She nodded her head then went out into the hall.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
“Yes.”
He cupped her cheek. “This will work for us.”
She nodded her head. He didn’t kiss her but left her wanting him to. She leaned against the door. Amber waited for her in the sitting room. Elijah was nowhere to be seen.
“We’ve got the house all to ourselves. Spill.” Amber handed her a carton of chocolate ice-cream as well as a spoon.
Heather explained everything that had happened, not leaving anything out. By the time she was finished half a carton was gone, and Heather felt like she’d made the wrong decision.
“So to simplify things, Julian began arguing with you, you bit back, and ended up having sex on his desk.” Heather nodded. “Then you left before you had a chance to talk. He came here offering you an affair with him?”
“Yes. It will be between us. No one will know but him and me. It should work.” Heather knew she sounded desperate.
“Even though you’re not the type of woman to settle for an affair and he has a reputation of only ever screwing women then dumping them.”
“With a piece of jewellery,” Heather said.
“Heather! You’re missing the point. How will you feel when it is all over, and you have a piece of jewellery to keep you company? I know you. You’ll feel like crap.”
Heather knew what her friend was saying was the truth. A relationship with Julian was set to fail, but she couldn’t walk away. The feelings he evoked within her were too strong to deny.
“I know there is no future with this. Julian has made it perfectly clear it will be an affair and nothing more. He’s never been with a woman long. I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts.” She licked the spoon taking every drop of chocolate ice-cream into her mouth. “I don’t want to regret not doing this. I know I’m asking for trouble. Who isn’t with a proposition like that?”
“I love you, Heather. We all do. We wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I know. But I want to do this, even though part of me is screaming for me not to.”
“We’ll be here when you need us.”
****
Julian drove home feeling much better about his future. He knew Heather was different from all the other women he dated. She wasn’t cold or calculating in any way. His money never came up in any conversation. If anything she rarely talked about anything but work with him. He knew very little about her, barring the fact she had three friends and a brother. Over the next few weeks he would talk with her, get to know the woman who’d intrigued him more than any other.
The moment he was inside his home he pulled off his tie and loosened his shirt. He dimmed the lights and opened himself a bottle of beer before sitting in front of the television. There was nothing on. Throwing the remote away he got up, putting his now empty bottle in the recycling bin.
He made his way towards his room then on to his en-suite bathroom. His clothes were discarded onto the floor as he turned on the shower. Heather entered his head. If she hadn’t stopped him he would have taken her there in her kitchen. He wouldn’t have cared if they got caught. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered to him.
“Act now, ask questions later” was his motto.
His cock lengthened as he thought about her. Even in her teddy bear pajamas she’d looked sexy as hell to him. Pushing her to the back of his mind he washed his hair, then soaped his body. He didn’t expect the attraction between them to last, but he would be straight with her and honest. The moment he finished in the shower he stepped out wrapping a towel around his hips. Julian brushed his teeth, then used another towel to dry his hair before making his way into his room.
He threw the used towels into the basket. Pulling back the cover he got into bed turning out the light. He leaned back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom as he thought about Heather. Her full curves and generosity would be a pleasure to harness in the bedroom. He imagined her being very giving. Her passionate nature would be amazing for him to be on the receiving end.
The image of her curves spread open for him to enjoy made his cock thicken. He’d been inside her tight, creamy cunt, and he wanted in again. Her heat surrounded him like a warm hand. Julian moaned reaching between his thighs to grip his cock. The thick length felt hot against his palm. He closed his eyes picturing Heather using her hand instead. She would be hesitant at first. Julian imagined her little tongue peeking out as she concentrated on bringing him pleasure.
He pulled back his foreskin using his pre-cum to lubricate the tip. There wasn’t enough, so he pulled a tube of lube he kept in his drawer. Julian squirted a small amount of the clear gel onto his palm before applying it to his cock. He gasped as the cool gel was smeared on his cock.
His eyes closed after he lubricated his cock. The pleasure from imagining Heather was enough to get him going. Fisting his shaft with his hand he let his imagination wander. He pictured her on her knees before him, her luscious mouth open to take his cock. The picture changed to her being on her hands and knees waiting for him to fuck her. No matter what he imagined there was nothing compared to the reality of their quick screw on his desk. The way her tits had bounced as he slammed inside her made his gasp. The tip of his cock pulsed as a wave of pleasure tightened his balls. His cum was close to erupting out of the slit at the tip. Biting his lip, he remembered the tight heat as her pussy held him in its depths.
The image of his slick cock disappearing inside her wet slit set him off. With a deep guttural growl he erupted. He fisted his cock in a quick beat, and his cum shot up his belly. Julian rode the wave of pleasure, Heather at the forefront of his mind.
Only when the pleasure began to recede did he pull away. He lay back on the sheets, sweaty and spent. His heart raced from masturbating, but his need for a fuck left him wanting more.
His sudden obsession with his personal assistant made him uncomfortable. Women were his distraction in the world. They were not designed for him to become distracted about. Shaking his head in disgust, he went to the towels in the basket and used one to wipe the evidence of his weakness away.
After he cleaned himself u
p, he took another shower then went back to bed. In the morning Heather would be all his. He’d fuck her out of his system, and like all the women before her, she’d join the pile of women he’d used.
A jolt in his heart made him pause in his thinking. Julian rubbed at the pain in his chest wondering what the cause could be. He had no feelings for Heather and refused to believe anything other than a good time could come from their time together. When work came Heather would be his, and this obsession would run its course.
Julian was sure of it.
Chapter Seven
Her palms were sweaty, and her skirt felt too tight. She refused to believe the tub of ice-cream she’d consumed last night could affect her shape so quickly. Her weight was a never-ending pain in the ass. All she needed to do was look in the same direction as a fudgy chocolate cake, and her hips doubled in size. If she chose to eat the cake then her hips would triple. Her weight was unfair to her.
Three other people rode the elevator with her, a thin woman and two men. She felt she should have taken the stairs. Heather stood in the corner of the elevator wishing she’d gotten to work earlier. Of all the days for her to be late to work, why did it have to be this one? She’d set her alarm but forgotten to increase the volume. What good was an alarm when it was on fucking mute?
Shaking her head she glanced down at her watch to see she was an hour late. She’d agreed to have an affair with her boss, who happened to be the man she loved, and she was late. Staying up until two in the morning chatting with her friend had been a big mistake. She knew Amber was looking out for her, but she wanted to be with Julian, even if she didn’t like the way she was going about it.
The elevator pinged for the second time. The three occupants walked out leaving Heather alone with her troubled thoughts. She wasn’t the type of woman to sleep around at all. What Julian was offering her was crap. There was no way to look at what he offered as anything but crap. No love, no promises, just a lot of sex without any chance of commitment.
She tapped her foot waiting for the elevator to ping for her own floor. Julian would make her work over at the end of her shift. When she’d phoned reception to let them know she knew the sound of sympathy when she heard it. The women on the front had given her the sympathy look the moment she walked in. Her future looked bleak.
The elevator pinged, and then the door slid open. She smiled at several colleagues as she made her way to the desk. Julian was waiting at the entrance to his office. He stared at her while she put her bag and jacket away.
“Get the coffee, and then close the door when you come in,” he said before she got the chance to argue with him. Nodding her head at the vacant spot, she ran to the office rest room. She made his coffee the way he liked it, then all but ran back to his office.
She closed the door then went to the desk placing his coffee down next to him.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice harsh as he spoke.
“I know. I slept through my alarm. Then Elijah took the keys, and I couldn’t get out of my own home until he came back. It was a nightmare. I’m sorry.” She bit her lip as he stared at her. He had the same blank expression on his face like the ones she’d seen him use in the boardroom. She felt sorry for the men on the receiving end of that intense gaze.
“This is the first time you’ve been late?”
“Yes, I don’t make a habit of it. You know that.”
He nodded his head. “Come here.”
She hesitated for a second. Why did he want her to get closer? Then finding her nerves annoying she went straight to him. He stood up, swamping her with his size and presence. She gasped as he cupped her face, tilting her head back to gaze into her eyes.
“You’re so jumpy.”
“It is not every day a woman agrees to sleep with her boss.” Her body was melting under his touch. She craved his touch more than she did her next chocolate bar. This was her problem. She knew he was a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” kind of guy, and yet she was still panting for him. What was wrong with her? Was she a glutton for pain? There was only one possible way this could end, with her in pain.
“You’d be surprised at how many women do,” he said.
“Really? This is an everyday occurrence?” She shook her head, not believing a word he said. He still held her face between his hands. She liked his hands on her body. They were larger than hers. For the first time she felt small compared to a man. She hated it when she felt like a flump. No matter what others said, she would always be conscious of her weight.
“I think it happens more than you give it credit for.” He stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying his gentleness. “Think about it. Two people, a man and a woman, working closely together for days, weeks, and months. An attraction is bound to happen with all that time together.”
“So you think that is what this is between us? Time spent together has grown into an attraction?” she asked. If he said yes she’d find life so unfair. Her attraction towards him had been building since she first met him.
“We’ll soon find out.”
“How?” His thumb stroked along her bottom lip. With his hands on her, Heather struggled to concentrate on anything other than his closeness. One tiny step would have her body pressed against his. She was scared to make that next step. The desk where they’d had sex was next to her thigh. She felt the heat of the evidence against her hip as strongly as she felt the attraction towards the man in front of her.
“We’ll see how long this lasts.”
“But how would that help?”
“Because if it doesn’t fizzle out then we know it is more than time keeping us together. Now, I’m going to kiss you.”
He pressed his lips to hers. The touch of their lips was gentle to start. A moan escaped her as he cupped the back of her neck, the pressure of his hands making her gasp. Her lips parted, and he took full advantage by sliding his tongue inside.
All too soon the kiss went from gentle to fire. His hand tightened on her waist pulling her closer. She felt the length of his cock against her stomach. No words formed on her lips as he turned her, then pressed her onto his desk once again. Her nipples were unbearably tight against her lace bra. The fabric felt itchy next to her skin. She wanted her clothes off and his lips in place of them.
Heather knew if she didn’t stop then she would end up being fucked on his desk again.
“No,” she said, breaking away from his kiss.
“What’s the matter? I want you. I need you.” He trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She shivered as he bit the delicate flesh of her neck. The pleasure intensified. Liquid warmth flooded her pussy, and her panties were soaking wet from her arousal. A cry left her lips as he tweaked a budded nipple between his fingers.
A knock sounded at his office. Julian covered her mouth with his palm. She stared, alarmed, at him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is one of the reasons she didn’t want to conduct an affair with him.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Beth. I’m looking for Heather. She told me to see her this morning, but I can’t find her.”
Julian glared at her removing his palm enough for her to whisper. “She’s got the reports you need on your new takeover bid.”
“Heather is busy at the moment. She’s taking some notes for me on a very important phone call. Leave the file on her desk. She’ll find you when we’re done.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the coast was clear Heather jumped up from his desk and put as much space between them as she could. Her heart was beating rapidly. The flutters of her pussy made her aware of what could have happened but didn’t. The disappointment, excitement, and all other emotions crammed into one to make her feel lost.
“We can’t do this here,” she said.
“Then you come home with me tonight.”
“Why? Are you trying to screw with my head, Julian? Is that what this is about? To see how far you can push me until I snap?” She stopped. Her voice was r
ising, and she didn’t want to grab any unwanted attention. “What exactly was that about? Grabbing me like that? Why can’t we keep our hands off each other? We’ve done it the last few years.”
“First, that is a lot of questions to answer. Most of them you already know the answer to. I’m not trying to ruin you in anyway, Heather. I’ve been waiting to kiss you since I arrived here at seven. I know you get in early, and I wanted to be here when you did.”
Heather paused at his revelation. “You wanted to kiss me?”
“Yes. I wanted to start our day off to a good start. After I kissed you, I was going to invite you back to my place tonight.”
She fell harder for him. The romance in what he’d said wasn’t lost on her. He wanted to kiss her. How could a woman not melt for him after that confession? If she was made of nothing but water then she’d be a puddle at his feet.
Licking her lips she thought about her plans for the evening. “I can phone my friends and cancel.” She knew that was against the girl code, and she hoped they’d understand.
“Don’t forget to warn your brother. I don’t want Elijah knocking down my door trying to get to you.”
“I will.” She wouldn’t spill her guts about her lack of care when it came to her brother. She didn’t see the need to tell him of her whereabouts.
“I think you should stay here and take some notes. When you leave you can look frazzled by all the work I’ve given you.”
Heather nodded her head grateful for his consideration of her work reputation. He handed her a pad of paper and a pen.
“It is a good thing I saved some work for you,” he said. She took the pad and pen from him.
“Thank you, Julian.”
“What for?”